Look at the Children
Look at the children
without a home
with nothing to eat
just skin and bone.
Look at the children
living on the streets
coiled up in a box
silent in defeat.
Look at the children
with tearful eyes
fear within trembling souls
long, uttered cries.
Look at the children
hair plastered to their face
wet rain falling
like a forced embrace.
Look at the children
pale with cold
hands frozen, hearts weary
spirits dripping blackened gold.
Look at those children
for one thing is known
their hearts have a gap
that needs to be sewn.
Look at all those children
without a Noah's dove
I believe they really need it
so please give them love.
